Chapter 173: Scythe and Iron Centipede Monthly Pass)
"Senior brother, are you questioning me at Xuanling Mountain?"
Yun Lingyue sneered: "Which peak of the two mountains and seven veins really takes this sect's ban seriously? I remember that during the competition sixty-six years ago, who came to look for me all night because his disciples were trapped in the Tiannan Forest Sea?
Xuanling Mountain asks for help? Are you planning to turn your back on me, Senior Brother?"
Ye Junquan suddenly became embarrassed. Sixty-six years ago, he remembered such a time. However, at that time, no demon cultivator came to attack.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Junquan still sighed: "Junior Brother Yun, it's not that I, Ye Junquan, don't want to help, but I am really helpless. What is more important right now is the mountain test competition. So many people from all sects and sects are watching the ceremony. Foundation building.
The battle for ranking in this realm is also inseparable from Jin Dan’s presiding, so how can we spare more people?”
When he said this, Ye Junquan paused again and hesitated: "How about this? As the leader, I cannot make a hasty decision on this matter. However, you Xuanling Mountain lineage can act cheaply and rush back first. 2
If there are friends in the Seven Peaks of the Mountain who are willing to help, I can also allow them to leave. Although there is a shortage of manpower here, senior brother, I will try my best to make arrangements."
Yun Lingyue's face became even more gloomy. There seemed to be no excuse in Ye Junquan's words, but it was full of rejection.
But what is the use of the golden elixir? Two or three souls joined forces to repel the four fourth-level monsters outside Xuanling Mountain. Even if these golden elixirs returned, they would not dare to easily go out to look for them.
"If that's the case, then I don't dare to work any more."
After saying this, Yun Lingyue simply waved her sleeves, turned and left. She didn't talk much about it. Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to find another way.
"You ungrateful people, I, Yun Lingyue, have learned my lesson. I just hope that in the future, you from Qiyang Peak will never need our Xuanling Mountain lineage again."
Ye Junquan suddenly frowned, clenched his fists tightly, and his veins popped out. After a long time, he sighed again.
Ye Xiaoyan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but snorted coldly: "What kind of attitude is this? How does it look like asking for help? Even if we at Qiyang Peak ask others for something in the future, it won't be their turn at Xuanling Mountain."
"Junior sister, shut up"
Yuwen Yuanzhou had been listening quietly. At this time, he turned around with a slightly worried look on his face: "Uncle Master, it seems that he feels guilty? Uncle Master Yun seems to be really annoyed."
Master Jiefa has been in seclusion for these years, and his eldest disciple has been away from home all year round. Yun Lingyue, as the second disciple of Jiefa, has always been convincing in his conduct, and is already the actual person in charge of Xuanling Mountain.
"I can't help it even if I'm annoyed. I can't really agree to it."
After Ye Junquan finished speaking, he said in a leisurely voice: "How can I not feel guilty? It is indeed my Qiyang Peak lineage that owes them Xuanling Mountain. It is natural to be scolded as ungrateful. What I, Ye Junquan, did today
, it can even be said that kindness is repaid with hatred."
Yuwen Yuanzhou hesitated several times, but finally couldn't help but said: "Uncle Master, I know that it is not a good thing for one family to be the largest in the Lichen Sect. I also know that Mingcuihuangji Peak has accumulated too much resentment towards Xuanling Mountain.
.However, there is really no need for me, Qiyang Peak, to get involved. Offending Master Uncle Yun, how much good will it do to Qiyang Peak? It will only ruin our reputation."
"It's no good to do something higher than others, and others will reject it."
Ye Junquan smiled and looked to the right side of the audience, where he glanced at the nearly 10,000 Xuanling Mountain disciples: "Do you feel that you are sorry for your friend?"
Yuwen Yuanzhou remained silent. Within a month, he had personally knocked down sixteen Xuanling Mountain disciples.
"But do you think that with the kind of person that Mr. Huanyang is, he would agree so easily and be willing to spend four whole years cultivating for you and perform the Five Cauldrons to Change the Sun and Change the Marrow?"
When he said this, Ye Junquan's eyes were full of coldness: "The so-called lack of elixir, delaying three months, is nothing more than forcing me, Qiyang Peak, to take sides."
"How is that possible?"
Ye Xiaoyan exclaimed, with a look of disbelief on her face. It was really unimaginable that Uncle Huanyangzi, who had always been so kind to them, had such a dirty and dark mind secretly.
"How is it impossible? Today's Lichen Sect, including Ling Huaying, has only six super-grade spiritual roots. Only super-grade people can have full confidence in attacking the soul. Yuanzhou is one of them.
One of them, and the only one in our Qiyang Peak. At this time, if anyone threatens Yuanzhou’s life, we at Qiyang Peak must obey, and we really cannot afford to take this risk."
Ye Junquan seemed to have aged ten years, with a tired expression: "So Yuanzhou, you don't need to feel sorry, you have to be like this. Even if you really feel guilty, you have to endure it. Unless I, Qiyang Peak, also have
There are as many golden elixirs as there are in Xuanling Mountain."
Yuwen Yuanzhou showed a look of surprise in his eyes, but he still forcibly held back and stopped talking. Then he heard Ye Junquan singing in a low voice: "I see his flowers blooming on brocade, and then withering; I see him cooking oil in a raging fire, and it is about to burn out."
Destroy——
Flowers adorn the brocade, but the fire cooks the oil?
Yuwen Yuanzhou was even more sympathetic, then he frowned and couldn't help but scratch his chest.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that his chest seemed to be itching. The itching reached to the bone marrow, and his consciousness was also a little drowsy.
However, when he looked inside with his spiritual sense, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
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Two days later, Zhuang Wudao continued to use magnetic escape and continued to walk through the dense forest. However, the situation at this time was quite unbearable.
Behind him, a centipede that was more than eighty or ninety feet long was running like crazy. That huge body was walking on flat ground in this dense forest. There were a hundred pairs of foot segments, moving at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
Climb among the giant trees.
For first-level monsters, the physical form of heaven and earth is more than one foot and within ten feet. For second-level monsters, the physical form usually does not exceed one hundred feet. At the early stage of second-level monsters, the physical form is usually twenty or thirty feet tall.
However, with the exception of snakes and insects, the displayed images of heaven and earth can often exceed this limit.
At this time, behind Zhuang Wudao was a genuine second-order early-stage monster insect—the Scythe Iron Armored Centipede.
Since the encounter between the man and the insect, the centipede has been chasing him for six thousand miles. The pursuit and escape lasted for half a day.
However, the escape speed of the sickle-armored centipede was, after all, a tad too slow. Even if he used his natural power of 'hundred feet' and magical powers, he was still pushed further and further away by Zhuang Wudao.
"Why doesn't the sword master fight? This sword-and-armored centipede has no special powers, and its toxins are only average. It only has the sickle on its forearm to be afraid of. If you try hard enough, the sword master has hope of winning."
"It's not that we don't fight, but it's that there is no need for the second-level centipede magical power. We can still use it for half an hour at most. How will it chase me after half an hour?"
Zhuang Wudao shuttled quickly, dodging the trees in front of him, while resisting the heat flow coming from the Qingyun Sword behind him.
It's not that he can't see that the only thing worthy of praise about this sickle-armored centipede is its indestructible iron armor and its pair of sickles.
However, these swords and iron-armored centipedes can stand up and run rampant in the forest, but they have no redeeming qualities in front of him.
His speed is far inferior to him. Even if he displays his true name, Baizu, and his magical power, it is only comparable to him. Whether the pair of swords and sickles can touch his shadow is doubtful. As for the iron armor, it may not be able to stop him now.
The art of drawing swords,.
As for toxins, they cannot penetrate into the magnetic energy.
The reason why Zhuang Wudao would rather run away in embarrassment than to turn back and fight him was because of the large group of centipedes and centipedes following him, including many of them who were at the peak of the first level.
If his sword-drawing skills cannot kill him with one strike and he is entangled by this second-level sword-and-scythe armored centipede, he will be besieged.
No matter how strong he is, he can't withstand too many opponents. What's more, the combat power of this second-level sword-and-scythe armored centipede is not weak at all to him.
"If the sword master is worried about missing, Yun'er can do it for him. He clearly has second-grade magical powers that can defeat the enemy. Isn't this cowardice?"
"I told you it's not necessary."
While Zhuang Wudao was speaking, he had quietly taken out the Yang Fire Thunder Bottle. Four balls of yellow light silently fell into the dead leaves below, and were buried deeply. The person continued to float in the air.
Sliding, light and swift
The sickle-armored centipede behind it was completely unaware and was still chasing after it at a rapid speed. However, just as its huge body was swimming over the thick dead leaves, there was a sudden shaking sound from below, and four '
Magnetic fire and sun thunder erupted at the same time. The huge air wave forcibly lifted half of the body of the Scythe Iron Armored Centipede.
But at this moment, Zhuang Wudao's figure turned around in a deceptive manner. Thunder light flashed up and down his limbs, and with a whole series of afterimages, he arrived in front of the exposed chest and abdomen of the Scythe Iron Armored Centipede.
"The Art of Drawing the Sword"
The bright silver brilliance suddenly flashed, and the arc-shaped energy swept across a whole three hundred feet in an instant. Within three hundred feet, all the trees higher than the arc of the sword broke and fell over, and the incisions were all even and unbelievable
.
The same was true for the body of the sickle-armored centipede. The entire head was chopped off by Zhuang Wudao.
However, just when Zhuang Wudao thought that he could use the magnetic spirit shield to absorb the essence and blood of the beast soul and collect the sickle and iron armor centipede crystal core.
The body of the sickle-armored centipede suddenly moved again. However, it did not attack again. Instead, it crawled away crazily and fled quickly. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.
"Sword Master, you are too careless. You are not stiff, let alone a second-level monster centipede. How can a second-level monster and insect be so easy to deal with?"
Zhuang Wudao looked carefully and found that the centipede head he had chopped off had turned into a mass of ordinary jointed limbs.